Lita stared at her mirror image in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair's-breadth was in Robert F. Curl, by requirement of her mother. Stupid area baseball club. She wanted to be far, far away from the social club, tea prison term, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"Stupid hapless masses have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray center, finding nothing but bitterness there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the apprehension of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her illumine white-haired falloff, took one last lingering glance at her small frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the country club restroom."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

"There you are, Lita,"her mother, Grace, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our mesa is waiting !"

Lita heaved a sigh."Sorry, geez, Mom."

Grace pursed her rim."Cut the posture. It's not very ladylike."

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a pocket-size smile, and rolled her oculus at her daughter when seemliness wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

"There's no point in standing around. Let's go own our tea."Arlene said in her slim down, shaky voice. She looped her skinny arm through Lita's and led the way to their common table in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient role smile"onto her face and allowed herself to be steered towards her seat. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to scat the state golf-club.

"Only spoiled jerks choose to drop time here,"she thought.

In lupus erythematosus than a minute, waiters were swarming around the mesa, laying down extravagant dishes of fluffy crepes, delicate biscuits, various cheeses, and downlike cream. A server came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in straw man of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't screw how anybody can toast this crap. It tastes abominable,"she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.
"Lita, why aren't you eating ?"Grace demanded.

Lita looked up at her mom."Because I don't like tea time."She put as much disdain as she could into her voice.

A low chuckle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the sound, and observed a young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a table and casually tossed himself into the empty chairperson. At the table sat a middle-aged charwoman with her blond tomentum in a Daniel Chester French tress, a girl with brown hair that appeared to be a couple years younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her centre toward the house, and was finally able to place the boy. Saint Luke. The snobbiest, deep kid at her schoolhouse. Because his father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst part was that he flaunted his rich people."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you cogitate of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just screw to go ?"goodwill's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

"Sorry, what ?"
goodwill sighed impatiently."Weren't you listening to a word I just said ?"

Lita shook her head."Sorry. I just spaced out for a min. What did you say ?"

free grace shook her head in botheration."I SAID that I thought it was about time for you to go to an all girls'boarding school. You're always so rowdy, and it's time you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eye widened in repulsion."Boarding school ? No ! You can't take a crap me go. I'm eightteen !"
"Lita, if you would just listen—"Arlene began.

"No ! I won't listen to this ! I won't go !"Lita stood up quickly from the table, making the dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

Lita turned and stomped past her sept, past the approach waiters, and past the mayor's mesa. As she stormed away, she briefly noticed Luke staring at her, but she didn't care if she had made a picture."I'm so fed up with this sprightliness,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the body politic order before her mother could come after her. She quickly walked off of the dry land, close to the meddling street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the number one wood back to her mansion. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn't know what.

After a unretentive effort, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's business firm. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the overly eccentric planetary house that she called home. It stood three narration tall, plus it had a spacious garret and a gigantic basement. The Hellenic column that encased the social movement porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every second power column inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the family and slammed the door as hard as she could."I've got to get out of here,"she screamed inside. She began pacing through the ridiculously over sized rooms of the primary storey, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz feeding bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the entire matter in sec. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage room access caught her eye. Lita moved closer, rummy.

Her dad's car winder were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange dodging Charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any subspecies car. A nitrous oxide champion had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was warm, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any advance, Lita snatched the keystone from the sweetener and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to conjure up the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming subspecies car. When Lita opened the driver's side door, the smell of urbane leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be great,"she thought.

Lita slid into the car, enjoying the feel of the old, subdued leather underneath her.

She started the car, enthralled by the roaring speech sound of the suped-up locomotive engine. She put it in turnaround, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure to conclude the garage door before she drove off down the street.

Sitting behind the rack of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt unvanquishable. She felt daring and heedless. The lighter at the next intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speeding boulder clay she gradually came to a full stop. A glow red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a arrest beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the fomite future to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 land mile per hour, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 endorsement. Only 500 car like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. Curious about who was driving the snazzy sport's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The number one wood briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a treble take. His mouth dropped open in surprisal, and Lita watched a slow grin spread across his face."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dark dark glasses that obscured a good portion of his face, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly mussy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyes away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the Christ Within would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a objet d'art of paper against the window with a message scrawled across it in big varsity letter."First one to the water tower wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doc ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the piece of paper down, Lita gave him a huge thumbs up and winked. The guy revved his engine hard, and Lita responded in kind. She looked back at the brake light, and suddenly it shifted from red to green. Lita hit the gas pedal firmly, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a pulley-block behind the guy.

An double of his triumphant grin when he won goad Lita into action. She turned the corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the floor.

The courser jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."expletive that bottle of weewee,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold up her pee money box she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the succeeding street corner, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several blocks ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd lose the slipstream.

Lita's paw snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster ascendance. She flipped give the credit card covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would ignite her speed.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got unfit, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. Every column inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more intense. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated right underneath her can. Lita took one hand from the wheel and jammed it into her fork, feeling a wave of despair hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within seconds of starting the nitrous oxide booster, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to pull ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. Excitement built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the piss tugboat, but Lita was positive for the first off time that she would win the race.

As her excitement continued to build, Lita's stress on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't notice or care. She was almost there.

Just then, Lita hit a small pothole in the road, causing the courser to jolt heavily.

A spirt of pee escaped into her panties, and Lita squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could.

Far too late, Lita remembered that the net stretchiness of road before the water tower was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the makeshift route, causing the battery charger to recoil and wiggle all over the billet. Lita cried out just as she lost dispatch control over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her scanty, quickly soaking them, and continued into her Light Within gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a dark, almost black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to stop the flow, but the bumpy road made it unsufferable. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the alleviation it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the piss tower, and turned off the ignition of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the fork of her pants couldn't soak up any Sir Thomas More pee, and a watercourse pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her genital organ and onto the delicate leather beneath her."Dad's going to kill me for ruining his seat,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an stimulate grin on his fount, and began approaching Lita's door. Her eyes grew across-the-board, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to fold, Lita pushed, and a immense sprayer of pee outburst from her crotch.

The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the floor. Finally, mercifully, she finished peeing. When she glanced up at the window, she realized it was too late.

The guy from the Ferrari stood at her windowpane, staring into the car at Lita's lap.

Lita's face reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could take home. Before she could change state it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even begin to formulate an excuse, the guy had reached in and pulled her out of the car, still staring at her wet pants."Wow."

Lita looked down at her cream-colored ballet flats in shame, her red hair falling into her expression."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's Kuki gently with his digit. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his school principal as he studied her.

"I wish I knew who he was,"Lita thought.

Slowly, with his gratis deal, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglass. Lita stared in jounce as the man was revealed to be…

"Saint Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

"Wow. Lita…you're…so…"St. Luke stopped, unable to develop a coherent sentence.

"I'm so stymie,"Lita mumbled."The car was just vibrating so much, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't hold it any longer."Lita didn't know why she felt the indigence to explain what happened to this boy whom she despised.

"Don't be embarrassed,"Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a reply, Saint Luke gently took Lita's fount between his hands and kissed her.

Lita's eyes widened in jar."What is going on here ?"She wondered.

Lita felt Luke's foundation reach behind her and keep out the car doorway. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her pilus. Her consistency responded automatically. Her arms went around Saint Luke's cervix of their own accordance, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to sense a unlike sort of inflammation edifice in her chest, a alien feeling. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's eyes for confirmation that this was approve. Lita nodded slightly, and Gospel According to Luke moved back in. His mouth grazed her zygomatic, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn't preserve back her groan. As soon as Gospel According to Luke heard her, he moved his mouth back to hers, and his tongue found its way into her mouth.

Instead of being grossed out, like she always thought she would be if she were ever Gallic kissed, Lita felt even more yearning for Gospel According to Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the marvel of the moment cesspit in. This was like zip she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's hired hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet genital organ. When Lita realized what St. Luke intended, a chill of fervour caused more pee to rush from her vesica, soaking his hand. At first, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs.

Just as Lita was about to propel away, she felt a wetness Menachem Begin to spread that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that St. Luke was peeing himself in reply. She looked into his smoldering blue heart, and her heart thumped in her bureau that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the first time, she realized that this boy who acted so cliquish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's rim back onto hers with a excitation she hadn't felt before. Gospel According to Luke put one hand on either side of Lita's straits and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the feeling of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her movement. When Luke's finger moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn't stop him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't maintenance. She wanted it.

Saint Luke 's finger's breadth struggled unsuccessfully to untie the eccentric bow around Lita 's neck opening. As he fumbled, he trailed osculation from her lips, up her jaw bone, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shudder down her spine. As he tried one terminal metre to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hand from behind his back, to his wrist joint. She guided his palm down to the front of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. Quivering from another nibble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the soft textile of the Kashmir blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the shoulder straps connect to her bra, as well as the minimal cushioning it provided.

He was n't sure, but he thought, he hoped, he could palpate a pap barely poking each

cup. His thumbs rolled around each one, as a slight moan slipped through Lita 's mouth.

"Follow my lead-in,"he said as he spn her around, still groaping, and still nibbling.

His hands began to flow down, first to underside of your breasts, and then to her flat tummy. One hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hidden pubic hairsbreadth, and landing on her wet crotch. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her warm up slit, sliding his mitt up and down it to an unheard speech rhythm. One fingerbreadth danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the fingerbreadth that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hump his handwriting, she took his home on her breasts.

This was so new to her, so foreign, so wonderful. Her consistency began to rock as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her snatch, and she was so close to experiencing her first orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's lower hand reached in to Lita 's panty, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a adult female, his defining feature now poking her in the rachis. His back hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making ho-hum headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her hands up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waistline up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zipper descend behind her. She did however notice when her hired man was guided to it. She turned back around, facing her new lover, and looked him up and down. Her gaze settled on the boastfully fellow member in her hands, she thought it must be 8 in long, and 2 inches wide.

"Move your hand,"Luke instructed.Lita opened her grip, and was corrected by Saint Luke 's guiding hand.

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his shaft. She set a pace that was comfortable for her, and gratifying to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness mannikin on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

"Pre cum ?"Lita asked, moving some from his penis to her lip, and loving the taste.

"Yeah,"Luke confirmed, now starting to hump her hand as well.

Lita used a finger to tease the tip, and dropped to her knees."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted the nectar directly from the source. It was a bitter sweet kind of taste, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked traffic circle around the tip.

Luke put his hired hand on either side of Lita 's head, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her virgin mouth. This natural action that was so new to Lita, was very associate to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her mouth further to his rough knoll of pubic hair, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. St. Luke quickly pushed his rock hard cock back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's mitt went up to explore Luke bollock, the former went to roleplay with her clit.

"sucking it,"Luke instructed as he continued to throw."Oh yeah, keep open going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lips."I do n't want to cum before the main event."He put his hands under Lita 's weapons system and lifted to her foot, and sat her on the hood of her car. Guiding her back to lay flat, he slid her slacks and green step-in off of her with the relation easiness of a professional.

Saint Luke struggled out of his jeans, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a show of lifting his shirt, to reveal a spirit upper organic structure. When they were both as naked as the bit they were born, Gospel According to Luke started the case that took berth 9 month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
physical structure against hers, holding her to her thug.

His rock and roll hard stopcock was just touching her forbidden lips, poking inside as he reached up for her capitulum. He once again began to nibble and distortion her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulders down, and locking her back talk with his, wrapping her blazonry around his trunk, and her ramification around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Gospel According to Luke resisted, wanting to quarter this out for as long as he could. He pushed his top dog towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the thug, and pulled himself devoid. He traced poke and kisses down her jaw bone, to her cervix, pharynx, berm, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to work circles around it. His tongue treated the nipple itself, as a navigation ship would treat a rigid iceberg lettuce."Go close to enjoy it 's looker, but never touch."His left mitt pinched her right pap, and rolled it in opposite band. Moans now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking St. Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his dig, and feeling a squirt from clock time to time land on her pubic mound. When Saint Luke would push harder against her skin, she would squeeze tighter on his penis, as if it were a strain ball. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's mighty hand felt downward, between Lita 's peg. If he had n't seen her pass water herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such great volume, was the Sami golden honey. His arrow fingerbreadth circled her clit, as his midriff finger went inside, and rubber her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the piece of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now slick humanity, and used her free hand to push his suckling face hard on to her breast. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her body began to shake, his finger and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Gospel According to Luke continued his trail of kisses and licks, from her exit nipple to her right hand, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the vertex, where he gave her glistening clit a prompt clout, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly candy kiss on the sensitive skin under her genu. He then began back up again, moistening her second joint with his tongue, ending with a endorse luminousness lick on her lovemaking bump, this one making her pant from pleasure. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another clout before continuing down her decent thigh, to her right knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a one-third and concluding sentence on the spot where her light fuzz and legs meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each shot of his lingua sent electrical shocks through the Virgin dead body. He set his tongue still, then ran small erect shot, followed by quick horizontal diagonal. When her body felt right, he put his arms under her peg and lifted her tail off the hood of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying attending to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even get down. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal dominion, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brown pickle located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a spell. While he enjoyed the mouthful of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't invoke to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans about private of holes however, made his Rock hard turncock mature even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Gospel of Luke inside of her.

"piece of tail me, now, hard, deep, delight,"she begged him, looking deep in to his bright eyes.

"As you wish, Lita,"he said softly as he crawled back on top of her. Lita felt his cock leap off of her leg, and feeler her previously untasted orifice. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the Same. There tongues danced as their character joined.

Luke 's fellow member stretched the porta, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a hand in a fit glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the stage of a tampon. This was so new, such a gap from formal realness, so primaeval, it was her nirvana on worldly concern. She grimaced shortly as her virginal membrane was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasure that being with her showtime man had brought.

Luke continued twisting her tongue with her, and sliding his member in and out of her.

His hired man tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His breast rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the flat coat, and matched Gospel of Luke jabbing for thrust. This time, he would n't contain, he would n't pull in away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each meter moaning a little louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her crotch got wet with her love juice, and she knew it was prison term, clock time for her to know the offset orgasm. She bucked up one last time, sinking him deep inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a scream of unimaginable pleasure ripping through her torso. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her backrest, her centre clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt warmth bedcover, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled free and pointed his engorged manhood at her face. respective strand of gooey man juice shot from his tip, hitting her frontal bone to chin, her breasts, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea clip. She stole her fathers baby, she peed in the seats he spent month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the hood of his car. She felt skillful, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL